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The future looms above like a rain cloud. It hovers in the distance with an ominous stare. It brings worry, fear and despair, but hope, happiness and excitement. Sometimes the sun shines through.

» Posted By tilda On 05.11.2013 @ 3:33 am


Some jump. Some look. Some cower. Some lean. Some sit. Some drive off. Some wash away. Some erode. Some grow. Some discover. Some create. Some scare. Some bewilder. Some inspire.

» Posted By tilda On 04.20.2013 @ 2:27 am


I waited too long. I kept putting it off. I thought I would do it another time….it would be easier to just leave it until later. Next weekend, I told myself. I built myself up for it but always let myself down. I waited. I put it off. I left it till next time. I was too late.

» Posted By tilda On 11.23.2012 @ 2:33 am


you brate with your lungs and you have to that, if not, you will die…. I don

» Posted By Tilda On 09.28.2012 @ 7:52 am


Salvation is good

» Posted By Tilda On 08.30.2012 @ 1:41 am


They saw him standing across the room and wanted to yell to get his attention. It had been half an hour and he was still just staring off into space.
“Is he dead?”
“No, but he will be if he doesn’t get over here.”

» Posted By Tilda On 09.26.2010 @ 11:51 pm


She’s got curls coming out of her head. Or I think they’re curls at first. Soft, damp curls laying against her forehead.

It’s only when the doctor looks at my baby in horror, my partner turns and vomits, nurses shriek and run away, that I realize they are small, fine tentacles.

» Posted By tilda On 04.12.2010 @ 10:06 pm


Er lief einige Schritte auf dem Weg, der in Richtung Hölle führte, drehte sich plötzlich abrupt um und sprang zur Seite. Nochmal davongekommen, dachte er. Aber da lag etwas. Sein Herz klopfte schneller. Links, rechts, links, rechts – wohin sollte er sich wenden? Nur noch fünf Schritte nach rechts.

» Posted By Tilda On 10.24.2008 @ 8:54 am

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